"Do you like to drink too?"

Although he had only met once, and although Harry had given him a big fight before, as a qualified social terrorist, Harry had no embarrassment on his face, and instead greeted Arthur like an old friend.

"I just ordered a drink and I was worried that there was no one to talk to, so let's have two drinks together."

Without allowing Arthur to refuse, Harry took him by the arm and sat down in the chair across from him, pushing over a plate of small snacks with wine, sliced cheese sticks and thumb biscuits that went well with wine, and crispy corn flakes with a strong cheese aroma.

"Thank you very much."

Compared to the dueling stage, Arthur seemed to become a little introverted and nervous, as if the clown with a crazy laugh on the stage was not alone with him, and he was very different from him on and off the stage.

Harry was a little curious about the change, but only a little, because wizards, there were more strange people, and there were people who would talk to the back of their heads.

"I heard you say before, you're from Arkham? I don't know much about the wizarding world, can you tell me about it? I'm curious about the schools of witchcraft and wizardry outside of Hogwarts. ”

"It's a small place." Arthur pursed his lips and smiled a little embarrassed, "In my second year of graduation, Arkham was closed, because of poor management and the inability to recruit students, and a magic school like this has disappeared a lot. ”

When it comes to his alma mater, Arthur doesn't seem to be too touched, but simply sighs that things are wrong.

"But the professor who taught you Transfiguration should be quite powerful, you seem to be only twenty years old, and you have this level three years after graduation, which is much more powerful than others."

"But you still lose, don't you?"

Compared to when he was so aggrieved on stage that he was about to cry, the current Arthur seems to have let go of the past of failure, after all, crying and crying is indeed a bit embarrassing.

"But it's been four years since I graduated, and I left school at the age of sixteen, and it's not the professors in the school who really teach me Transfiguration, maybe you don't know much, a small magic school like Arkham actually only teaches you some spells for everyday life, and my teacher gave me the enlightenment of Transfiguration, but that's not good, because he's not very good at this magic."

"Life should really teach me transfiguration."

Arthur, who gradually let go of a little bit less nervousness, after all, when talking about the things he is most familiar with, people can always talk endlessly, especially in front of someone who is better than you, telling him something he doesn't know, which has a subtle sense of accomplishment.

"I work in the circus." Arthur smiled slightly, his smile tinged with caution, "It took me three years to learn how to be a clown and play this role well, but in the following year I found out. As a clown, I can't make people laugh. ”

"Probably because I don't have this talent, my jokes are very cold, and I don't amuse my audience."

"So I was swept away."

"But you still want to be on stage, right?" Harry chewed on a milky cheese stick, and if Arthur had given up the role he had worked so hard for three years, he probably wouldn't be here, in the duel.

"I want people to see me more, even if they don't look at me because I can make them laugh, but that's good, right?"

"I wasn't sure if I was real, but now I'm pretty sure." Arthur's eyes seemed to have some vivid brilliance when he said this, "I am sick, a disease that only laughs out loud when I am sad, and a disease that only laughs out loud when I am happy. ”

"I can't cry, but I want to thank you, if you hadn't knocked me out in the end, I would probably have been considered a madman, but it's not bad to be a madman, at least then people will start to notice me."

Arthur gave Harry a deep look, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

But soon, his gaze was cut off, and a huge barrel floated in front of him, and the goblin-blooded waiter patted the oak barrel inlaid with the 'Maiden's Fuge' brand.

"Here comes the wine you wanted, sir, do you need something to accompany the wine?"

He handed over a menu, but Harry didn't open it.

"Let's start with a copy."

A small bag of heavy gold gallons was casually handed over by Harry, his fingers lightly ripped around the barrel, and then directly lifted the skull of the barrel.

A rich fruity aroma wafted out, and a string of water flew in from the goblet, decanting the wine in a magical way, more suitable for a guy like Harry who drank with a bucket.

The waiter, whose eyes were shining, was lowered a little more respectfully by the heavy touch in his hand, and he raised his hand slightly, and the music in the tavern became more cheerful, as if there was a fragrance wafting in, it was the good smell of the dancer's body.

"Aren't you a serious tavern here?"

Harry gave the waiter a teasing look.

"But it's not impossible to be less serious."

"But I'm a serious person." Harry drank the pale amber liquor from his glass without hesitation, and after seeing what the best in the world was, he had no disdain for these mundane beauties.

"Excuse me, sir, the wine and wine meal you asked for will come soon, all with the freshest ingredients, from"

"I don't want seafood in Japan, if you dare to serve a plate of octopus with more than 20 legs, I will dare to tear down your restaurant."

"How is that possible!" As if insulted, the waiter's voice rose two degrees, "Dogs don't eat anything, how can I use it to stain your eyes of your distinguished guest." ”

The waiter, who was about to leave, hurriedly ran to the kitchen, and looking at the beautiful expression, it was estimated that he was going to wave a small leather whip to supervise the chef.

After a few glasses of wine and a sumptuous seafood feast, Arthur and Harry, who were a little dazed and tongued, talked about a different side of the wizarding world that Harry had never seen.

It was the life of a small character, a small person, and the students in the ivory tower of Hogwarts were like living in a dream compared to them, and after leaving the school, the most real side of the wizarding world would gradually emerge.

And in this real world, Harry is most interested in nothing more than the gold belt that kills people and sets fires.

If there's a faster way to get money than robbing a bank, it's to rob the drug lord's house, and while the danger of the latter is greater than that of the former, the rewards are certainly greater.

Harry wasn't short of money now, and there were still a few million in the Gringotts coffers that he didn't have a place to spend.

But it was not the gold that interested him, but there, in that cruel and cunning lawless land, where he could do whatever he wanted.

The dueling match was a bit too boring, at least for now, Harry had not been able to achieve what he was competing for, his theoretical foundation was solid enough, but he lacked the experience to translate those theories into practical strength.

"Let's practice your hands."

Harry had drunk the last glass of wine, and there was still half a drop of wine in the empty barrel, and Arthur, who had been babbling a lot with Harry, had already bent his shoulders and buried his head in the soft sofa chair.

(End of chapter)